STOMP! and AGAIN
Stomp!
Wailing, yelling
Whining, grinning
Sighing, crying
Darkness overwhelms the earth
Sadness trails the part of death
What is this I see?
Troubles make a sea!
Stomp!!
Africa! Land of my pride
To grooms from afar always the bride
By the Word;
the salt of the earth
Welcome; bold by your gate
Slave, cow and rich land
Worked, milked, tilled
Much more still, do thou yield?
Oh Africa of my Pride
But Stomp!
Chaos doth prevail
On your land weapons for sale
On thy shores warriors still sail
Militant, vagabond, Pirate, Viking and guerilla assail
Oh! Stomp! But when would this end?
Oh! Dear, I only can write
But then who can aright?
- Eric Akpo (2009)
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.